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By ElizabethShadow08 SILVER
Tallassee, Alabama

I am from the dirty looks I am from the hated mind I am from the sickest disease I am from the dry, cracked leaves breaking beneath your feet I am from the constant goodbyes...
ElizabethShadow08 SILVER, Tallassee, Alabama
8 articles 0 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
Your stronger than you think you are, go out and prove them wrong.


#55722 Poetry
CrAzY_sHrOoMz BRONZE, Boise, Idaho
3 articles 1 photo 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
quotes are actually my favorite things to collect...so i have many...

#55723 Poetry
By KendelleChester BRONZE
West Chester , Ohio
KendelleChester BRONZE, West Chester , Ohio
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#55724 Poetry
agirl. BRONZE, Stuttgart, Other
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#55725 Poetry
By Sh0rtygotgamex33 BRONZE
Sunbury, Pennsylvania
Sh0rtygotgamex33 BRONZE, Sunbury, Pennsylvania
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
" And so the lion fell in love with the lamb " -- Twilight

#55726 Poetry
By taytay07 PLATINUM
Southwick, Massachusetts
taytay07 PLATINUM, Southwick, Massachusetts
23 articles 6 photos 9 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I love you more than I can ever scream." ♥ (BVB)

#55727 Poetry
By paigeturner9 PLATINUM
Palo Alto, California
paigeturner9 PLATINUM, Palo Alto, California
40 articles 0 photos 17 comments
#55728 Poetry
By lookingformargo SILVER
Ithaca, New York
lookingformargo SILVER, Ithaca, New York
8 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
A child said, &quot;What is the grass?&quot; fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven... and now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. -Walt Whitman, Leaves Of Grass<br /> <br /> <br /> We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and falling. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail. -Looking For Alaska<br /> <br /> Here&#039;s what&#039;s not beautiful about it: from here, you can&#039;t see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You see how fake it all is. It&#039;s not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It&#039;s a paper town. I mean look at it, Q: look at all those cul-de-sacs, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I&#039;ve lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters. -Paper Towns<br /> <br /> It is so hard to leave&mdash;until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world. -Paper Towns<br /> <br /> Elsewhere the landscape is more frank.<br /> The light falls without letup, blindingly. - A Life, Sylvia Plath

#55729 Poetry
By Shae Omonijo BRONZE
Owings Mills, Maryland
Shae Omonijo BRONZE, Owings Mills, Maryland
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#55730 Poetry
By Anonymous